Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.